#lethalitisms 001

[beforemeteor]

@lethalitisms liked for a starter

Sephiroth liked people watching. It gave him intel on others without him having to actually talk to them. He suppose it also helped he was using it as an excuse to eat some ice cream he bought. His guardian wasn't around to stop him and there were no pesky turks to report back to said guardian. He couldn't help but take advantage of the opportunity and the sugar would be gone by the time he had to go in for testing.

It was the perfect crime. Or, it was until he turned a corner and accidentally bumped into a civilian. He looked down at his ice cream gone from the cone and on to the man's shirt.

Of course. He should have realized he'd be punished for straying from his diet. "Sorry, I didn't see you," He apologized to the man, holding out the napkin he had been using to keep his own hands clean. It wasn't much but it was better than nothing.

[sanctifiedlance]

" You handled that quite well. Few can cause drunken thugs to run in fear from a look alone."

duty was something ingrained into the king, and that extended to her role as a servant. reamining idle was not something Artoria was fond of, and as such, had taken to patrolling at nighttime every other day, her goal being no more than to ensure that those having to stay out late are safe from unecessary harm.

she does well to stay in the light of the lamp post as her steps echo against the path, the slight screech as she sheathes her simple sword. perhaps an archaic choice of a weapon, but stick to what you know, no? " Would you like some assistance? "

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[devespertilio]

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With the party underway Bruce and his cheap mask observe the mingling of others from the snack table. With a number of them to choose from, he picks up a single skewered strawberry and holds it under the chocolate fountain.

He starts up some small talk with the man standing to his right. “This is a lot more festive than I anticipated. I’m afraid I wasn’t very creative with my costume.” Though no one would call a simple mask with a tee and jeans a costume.

[caedeskas-blog]

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        ��      CLICKS IN THE back of his throat signal interest, intrigue, curiosity, and finally a burning rage so deep in his bones that even Red can feel it reverberate in their shared subconscious. Carnage can’t tell if it’s Cletus being mad about the jail-beatings or if it’s Red’s natural family feud but this is just the kick they needed and the redhead gripped the wooden dagger so tight that it was a few notches just below snapping. A smile so wicked and devious spread wide.

               “Found you.”

               Epinephrine spreads in his veins and Red consumes it, always starving for it, bubbles in excitement at what is to come. And, as far as they’re aware, their Itsy Bitsy Spiderman isn’t anywhere around to join so it’d be all the more sweeter! Though, when Cletus expects their mass to consume him, nothing happens. Red sounds pathetically apologetic but Cletus isn’t looking for that. He needs Carnage, he needs to wreak havoc, cause chaos!

               “What did you do to me?” From his hands, he looks up to Eddie, snarling. Despite it coming from the human part of the equation, it sounds terrifyingly inhuman, Kasady’s neck straining as his eyes are wide, pupils two tiny dots, gritted teeth. And he’s still smiling, ear to ear, large and disturbing as his legs bounce. He doesn’t mind taking Eddie on by hand!

               “Oh, Daddy-Dearest, I guess we’ll have to do this the old fashioned way! Down to the basics! Me stabbing you in your eyes and snapping your neck will be so fun!” Was this Red talking or Cletus? Either way, he was excited to get this over with once and for all. Whatever is stopping Carnage, it sure as hell was probably stopping Venom too, right?

[beforemeteor]

Sephiroth looked startled for a moment before forcibly reeling back his expression to a cool, stoic one. It shouldn't surprised him. Maybe the man had something on him to clean it off. He decided to toss the last of his ice cream away into a near by trash can. There was no use in finishing it after the bump.

He hesitated for a moment when the man called him a kid. It had been a while since someone actively used that for him. Sephiroth pushed the feeling out of his head and looked up at the man with a shrug.

"There's no need for that. I should have been more aware of my surroundings and watching out for civilians instead of indulging myself like that." It was incredibly unbecoming of him. He wasn't a child anymore and had to conduct himself like a proper adult. "I should be the one to apologize for the inconvenience on my part."

The symbiote loves to listen to him. That's how it learns, through him. How to speak, how to communicate, in the ways that seem so foreign and alien to it. Eddie is explaining how corn dogs are made, based off a few memories and videos he's seen. It doesn't really need to know this, because it knows Eddie's memories almost like they're it's own, but that's not the point. The point is the words he uses, how he uses them. It listens closely, barely noticing that he's right on the path to bumping into someone.

"Woah-!" Eddie doesn't seem the slightest bit annoyed. In fact, he may seem happy about it. His hands pull against the hem of his shirt, taking a look at the ice-cream on it. Though it's not really his shirt. The symbiote is never one to squander a free treat. Eddie's arm swipes over the shirt's surface, which would normally smear it around, but it seems to absorb on the surface and disappear quickly. "Don't worry about it, kid. Just . . . watch wherever you're going next time."

「 Should apologize. Should buy him another. 」 "Oh yeah . . . was planning to get something to eat anyways. Hey, what about I replace your cone for you?" He checks his phone. They've been doing . . . decently, in this city. Can't hurt to buy the kid another ice-cream after the treat they just got.